Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 08:06:07 +0000 From: Harry Scott Hayden Subject: "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 5 - Angel 2 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ A disclaimer: This story is fictional story with things that happened or will happen to Greyson and Harry. All other characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between teenage boys with adults, there may be sex, but for the most part, it's about their true love of each other. So if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at harryscotthayden@outlook.com Thoughts and suggestion are always welcome and may or may not be implemented. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible. AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "The Priest That Was Loved" - Chapter 5 - Angel 2 (Nifty/.gay/Adult-Youth) Harry It was something that I have never ever imagined could have ever happened to me. That very moment, when I saw him standing there by the bathroom door, even though he was not fully naked, he took my breath away. He looked like an angel on earth just like a newborn child, so serenely and gorgeously looking human being. How I wished I could see him in his full glory of nakedness. I was totally sexually stunned and got turned on to see his manly body define to perfection with bits of the water droplets cascading down his torso. His body was so finely sculptured and his stomach had that rigid muscles to die for. I never knew that the angel could be this good looking. Was I imagining things when I said I saw a halo and the angel wings on him. There was that glowing light that shine down on him and it basks him with a pure angelic glow. But, as I blink my eyes, I realized it was just the ultra bright lighting in the bathroom...damn. My goodness gracious me, he was not a boy or a teenager anymore, but a manly man with a boyish good-looking face. He was so kissable at that moment, with that plastered smile on his face. I would not mind jumping on him if it was ever possible of not creating any unseen circumstances that may jeopardize him and I. He is the man of GOD mind you and I would not ever want him in a state of guilty feeling to the religion he was holding on in his life. I am filled with astonishment at the condition and probably impressed and mesmerized on the state of his body that tempted me to reach out to touch him in my subconscious state of mind. It was difficult for me to prevent or controlled my penis from getting aroused on the spot, just by looking at his half-naked body, but slowly yet surely it has begun to get hard with mere second. If he did not make a move soon, he would definitely get to see my woody penile erection waving at him saying hello. But I think he did saw it as he had glanced at my body, thinking that I did not catch on him doing it. I felt relieved when he began to walk away by passing me to go back to his bedroom, as it was pretty obvious that my penis was straining and in need of attention immediately. My boxer short was tenting profoundly and I would not managed from embarrassing myself trying to cover it with my hands. As he was walking away from me, I just got to turn to look at him for the last time, to get that vivid memory of him in my head. It's seriously so stimulating and intimidating for me as I watched his bubbly tight two rounds fleshy parts of the human body that form the bottom, oscillating with every step he took. Was he trying to seduce me or he might just have that way of walking. That my friend, was the very first time that I ever did focus my gazed on his solid tight bottoms. Usually it would be covered by his smart working pants or his sweatpants when he was at home. He had always been dressing rather decently. The towel wrapped tightly around his body had somehow insinuated his bubble bottom seductively. The shower took longer than usual, I had to double the action for my morning ritual with him on my mind. My brain was visualizing of him with his hot body that makes my warm blood flow faster than before to my penis, where it needed immediate stimulations from my hands. It was throbbing hard and it winches me with pained for me to just ignore it, but it's worth with all the anxiety and the feeling of major releases of arousing pleasure. My right hand went for it and was stroking my dick sexually, grabbing it gently and stroking it to the rhythm of the water from the shower head, splashing down on and around me. My left hand caressed my body seductively from my neck down to my chest grazing both of my nipples with my thumbs and make it erect hard due to its sensitivity. I used my thumb and my index finger to give both a slight pinch that sent holy sensation throughout my body. My hand went lower down to my stomach where the sculptured stomach and muscle situated and rubbed it gently in circular motion, stimulating my every census. All the while assuming it was his hand that was caressing me. The right hand that stroke on my dick fasten in tempo and my hips was bucking my dick to my soapy hands. I grip it a bit tighter and the vision that played on my mind was of him bending in front of me ass naked and I was fucking him hard. As I grip it harder, my dick pulsate sexually engaging the virtual realm of sexing him on my mind. My breathing gets uneven as I can feel that sheer sensation of ejaculation. It was so intense as the stroke got faster as my balls began to expand to its full capacity. My dick also grows in girth and it was solidly modified to its full mast. My left hand had gone further down to stimulate the aching balls of mine. I could feel the ejaculating sensation running up the shaft of my penis as I felt highly aroused sexually as I tried to hold back a few second longer before it erupted the biggest blob of my sperm, shooting it hard onto the shower wall in thick blob. I shoot 4, 5, 6 times until the last blob of sperm drip slowly in a lava like motion out of my dick head to my hand. It was so intense and pleasurable. It was amazing as I felt breathless and drained of energy as I finished my shower and getting dressed for breakfast. As I came down the stairways, I immediately noticed that Greyson was looking, no, but more of gawking at me. I blushed to the max as I knew that I was getting his greatest attention. I tried so hard not to stare back at him as I looked down, grinning widely to myself as I am reminded of the things that had happened in the shower room. Literally, I slowed my steps intentionally on purposed, so he could have more time to look at me longer to admire. I knew that I looked good or maybe presentable enough to capture his attention. It was not my goal, but I felt so privileged to get that type of response from someone as beautiful as him. I had thought, after that incident with a guy at school, I would not want to ever fall in love yet again, as I would want to concentrate on my studies, getting a good grades, go to a good college and university to pursue my life interest in Medical Science and Law. I had intended to do a double major and I promised my father that I would make it. That feeling of love had far been deleted or buried deep in my heart. But I could not anymore, when Greyson came into my life. I am not saying that Greyson is a distraction, but he had unknowingly triggered that arousing feeling of wanting to love and be loved, that I thought had gone away from me for the time being. That first time I took his hand for a handshake, it jolted that inner feeling of love back into me. Since then, his every being, whether he is in front of me or the lingering thought of him on my mind, made me want to get close to him. He likened to a magnet, attracting every single thing for me to him. I've continued walking and had reached the dining table and as always father put my breakfast in front of me. I was not being ignorant of Greyson present in front of me, but I was kind of shy to acknowledge his manly being after all the sexual thought I had of him and me. Before I could even get the first bite of my bacon strip, father smack my head out of nowhere. Damn it hurts and I tried rubbing my head instantly trying to ease the pain. I gave father that bewildered looked and a bit of disbelieved expression on my face. He raised his eyebrows and a slight tilt of his head in the direction of Greyson, as he was signaling to me not be rude to our guest and to acknowledge Greyson present at the dining table. I turned to look at the Greyson smiling angelic face as I tried to explain for my action. "Sorry, Father.... my bad... I am not used to having company during breakfast....usually it's only me and the old fart behind me." I laughed heartily at what I had said. My father smacked my head one more time and make me wince in pain again. It was a bit intimidating and embarrassing, to be handled this way in front of Greyson. For the moment I thought the father was really angry with me, but when I heard him laughed, then I knew he was alright and comical about it as he was just pulling my legs. By then Greyson had joined us laughing at my jokes and my predicament of my father action. How angelic his voice was to my ears. It was so beautiful and melodic. His body was shaking lightly as he laughed. I was hysterically laughing hard too, but from the corner of my eyes, I could see that he was looking at me while laughing. His gazed was so captivating and I liked it so much. When detected that I had manage to catch him looking at me, he immediately turned to look away, in the direction of father. I could see his fair chiseled cheeks redden, the cause of blushing. As all the laughter subsided, we were back on eating our breakfast and father had joined us at the dining table with his plate of mountainous of food. He usually takes a heavy breakfast and a light lunch and as for dinner, he always had a glass of red wine with his food. He said it was a healthy way of heating and for the red wine is good for the heart. Greyson and I kind of nodding our heads to agree, as after all he is a doctor. While eating and bantering with each other. Mostly it was me and father, I took the time and the opportunity to check Greyson out. He was wearing that standard clothing for a priest which consisted of a smart black pants, a black shirt with a matching black coat and the sexy clerical white-collar on his neck. It was the only constructing colors in his overall black outfit. Damn.... he was fucking freaking gorgeous looking young priest and he was young. As sudden as it is, he became quiet and was looking at his hands on the dinner table. He seems engrossed in a silent prayer. Maybe it was his normal daily ritual. But his silence was daunting for my liking, as I began to worry with his silence and would want to go to him and asked him if everything was all right. But I am afraid of his reaction if I proceeded. After the long silence, even though it only lasted 5 minutes, where it seems like hours he moved himself from the table. By that time he had finished his breakfast, he gathered his plate and empty glass and left it in the sink. Saying goodbyes to my father and me, he left the house. Suddenly I felt so empty without him around. I just want to rush out to him, but I had to control my wishful desire to be with him so as not to create any scene. I just do not want father to know of my intention and initial feelings towards Greyson. I want Greyson so badly, but I knew the limitation and the possibilities that it would succeed is zero to nothing, as he is a priest and he would not definitely be gay. That would be totally absurd. I do hope, that whatever kind of feeling I had for him, he will notice it eventually and will reciprocate it back to me. But he was one of them, a priest. Who have his heart peg to the one and only, The Lord Jesus Christ. How would he ever see anything in me if not only as a young man who is living his life. Am I wrong to have all these feelings and emotions towards him? I am dependably hoping that there will be a glimmer of hope, of him to ever, in a small holy way, to like me for who I am, and not be the kind of priest that sermons of sins and retribution for being gay and expected me to change before I gone into an abomination. But I knew Greyson was not that type of priest and I had my full trust in him. Damn it, he's a man of cloth, a priest for goodness sake and I silently have a certain crush on him. Damn! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I have created a mailing list. 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